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Why are thy chests all lock'd ? on what design?
I know thee for a virtuous, faithful wife.”
How merrily foever others fare?
There's danger too, you think, in rich array,
Lo thus, my friends, I wrought to my desires
And swore, the rambles that I took by night,
to woman the peculiar grace 160 To spin, to weep, and cully human race. By this nice conduct, and this prudent course, By murm’ring, wheedling, stratagem, and force, I still prevail'd, and would be in the right, Or curtain-lectures made a restless night. If once my husband's arm was o'er my side, What! so familiar with your spouse? I cry'd: I levied first a tax upon his need; Then let him----'twas a nicety indeed! Let all mankind this certain maxim hold, 170 Marry who will, our sex is to be sold. hands no tallels
you can lure, But fulsome love for gain we can endure; For gold we love the impotent and old, And heave, and pant, and kiss, and cling, for gold, Yet with embraces curses oft I mixt, 176 Then kiss'd again, and chid and rail'd betwixt. Well, I may make my will in peace, and die,
, For not one word in man's arrears am I. To drop a dear dispute I was unable, 180 Ev’n tho' the Pope himself had sat at table. But when my point was gain'd, then thus I spoke, “ Billy, my dear, how sheepithly you look! “ Approach, my spouse, and let me kiss thy cheek; “ Thou shouldst be always thus, refign'd'and meek! © Of Job's great patience since so oft you preach, “ Well should you practise, who fo well can teach, «« 'Tis difficult to do, I must allow, “But I, my deareit, will instruct you how.
“ Great “ Great is the blessing of a prudent wife, 190 " Who puts a period to domeitic ítrife. “ One of us two muit rule, and one obey; “ And since in man right reason bears the sway, “ Let that frailthing, weak woman, have her way. “ The wives of all my family have ruld 195 “ Their tender husbands, and their pailions coold. “ Fie, 'tis unmanly thus to figh and groan; 66 What! would you have me to yourself alone? “Why take me, love ! take all and ev'ry part! • Here's your revenge! you love it at your heart. 66 Would I vouchlafe to tell what nature gave, 201 6 You little think what custom I could have. “ But see! I'm all your own----nay
hold-----for “ shame!
[“ blame." “ What means my dear-----indeed-----you are to
Thus with my first three lords I pals'd my life; A very woman, and a very wife.
206 What fums from these old spouses I could raise, Procur'd young
husbands in my riper days. Though past my bloom, not yet decay'd was I, Wanton and wild, and chatter'd like a pye. In country-dances still I bore the bell, And sung as sweet as ev’ning Philomel. To clear my quail-pipe, and refresh my soul, Full oft I draind the spicy nut-brown bowl; 214 Rich luscious wines, that youthful blood improve, And warm the swelling veins to feats of love: For 'tis as sure as cold engenders hail, A liqu’rish mouth must have a lech’rous tail; Wine lets no lover unrev
go, As all true gamesters by experience know.
But oh, good gods! whene'er a thought I caft On all the joys of youth and beauty pait,
To find in pleasures I have had my part,
My fourth dear spouse was not exceeding true;
245 Fair to be seen, and rear'd of honest wood. A tomb indeed, with fewer sculptures grac'd, Than that Mausolus' pious widow plac’d, Or where inshrin'd the great Darius lay ; But cost on graves is merely thrown away. 250 The pit fill'd up, with turf we cover'd o'er; So, bless the gnod man's soul, I say no more. Now for
my fifth lov'd lord, the last and beit, (Kind heav'n afford him everlasting reft ;) Full hcarty was his love, and I can shew
255 The tokens on my ribs in black and blue;
Yet, with a knack, my heart he could have won,
In pure good-will I took this jovial spark,
It fo befel, in holy time of Lent, That oft a-day I to this gossip went; (My husband, thank my Itars, was out of town): From house to house we rambled up and down, This clerk, inyfelf, and my good neighbour Alse, To fee, be foen, to tell and gather tales. Visits to ev'ry church we daily paid, And march'i in ev'ry holy masquerade ; The stations duly, and the vigils kept ; Not much we falted, but scarce ever slept, At fermons too I shone in scarlet gay; The wafting moth ne'er fpoil'd my best array; The cause was this, I wore it ev'ry day. *289